My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0689 Nina

The receptionist at the sleek hotel front desk flashed me a polite smile as Luke and I approached. My shoes seemed to echo as they clicked on the marble floors, and I looked around warily, taking in the sight of all of the wealthy hotel patrons that were milling around.

"I feel out of place," I whispered to Luke. "Everyone looks so... rich."

Luke stifled a chuckle at my words. "We're a couple of country bumpkins, aren't we?"

I would have laughed, if it weren't for the circumstances. While the other city goers and travelers around us were dressed in luxury and designer outfits, I was dressed in my usual t- shirt and jeans, with one of Enzo's flannels thrown over the top.

Little did any of these people know that I was the daughter of a powerful werewolf king, but preferred it that way.

Luke, as always, wore a battered graphic t-shirt and equally-battered jeans. Even though he had flesh on the outside now rather than just bones, he had kept his style of oversized clothes that looked like they had been stolen off of a thrift store mannequin.

Normally, it was endearing. Here, it made people stare at us. But appearances weren't exactly my main concern these past couple of days.

"Welcome," the receptionist said, an older woman with her silver hair pulled back into a neat bun. "Checking in?"

I swallowed, hoping to force a bit of fake confidence into my tone as I addressed her. "I'm actually here to visit one of your guests," I said.

The woman shot me a curious look. "Oh? What's the guest's name?"

"Enzo Rivers," I replied. "He's my husband. He should have checked in a couple of days ago."

The woman nodded, typing the name into her computer. I watched as she clicked around for a moment, humming to herself, then, she frowned. "I'm sorry, our records show that Mr. Rivers failed to check out this moming."

My chest constricted painfully even as I fought to cling to composure. "I'm sorry," I said." Failed to check out?*

perhaps he simply forgot. He never came down at the usual check-out time, and when our cleaners went to check, his things were

was giving him. "This can't be possible,"

see some ID, Mrs. Rivers?" the

driver's license. Nina Rivers. Her compassionate eyes told me she understood as she handed the

tall, muscular, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. He wears a lot of flannels." I fluttered the flannel I was wearing now

her.

and her face seemed to fall ever so slightly. "Yes,

I exchanged glances again. "Was he with anyone?"

thought again, and this time, her face fell even more.

I refused to believe them. You must be mistaken," I said.

so sorry, dear," she said softly. "I know it's often difficult to learn the

Hot bile bumed in the back of my throat as the implication hit me. No, absolutely not. After everything we had been through, he

if something had happened

left hand, my

would never....not to us..." Unconsciously I cradled my rounded

right," she said. "I shouldn't assume, of

volumes; not Enzo. He would never do

see. She pointed, and there he was: Enzo, walking out of the bar... with none other than

to ice as I watched the footage. They walked together, arm-in-arm, smiles on their

of the ordinary, except for the

him.

like a dagger to the heart. Luke kept a supportive grip on my shoulder as tears blurred my vision. Enzo, laughing with another woman... seeking comfort in

He adored me. I was carrying his child! But the kind receptionist's pitying eyes reflected my darkest fears back at

Luke asked urgently. "We'd

"I'm afraid allowing non-registered guests